The Press

The press can do what its publishers do

But the rights, roles and chastity.

They forget and make fun of it

In the face of sword and quiver altogether;

The press is powerful and stronger

To handle the hurdles in crisis and zeal.

To raise the hands of strength of mind

As if they loss or gain in parity terms..

In motion and destitute they win the race

They can talk and moralize gleefully

In the teeth of  ocean when they fall

As if these are the creativity of their own.

They have earned and piled up what they achieve

From time to time and decades to decades.

The press spreads  knowledge if they apply

In good sense of humors in birth of nation

They fight and fight like death trap in Philippines.

The press is the source to release the thoughts

For the old and unhappy doers to gain,

And to fortify the rhymes of brotherhood.

In question to express and recoup the talents

They need to awaken the dead soul

For continuous and everlasting its growth.

The press is such which misguides the people

And the authority who controls the press,

Such threat goes into the blood of the politician

The new campaign begins and ends in this way..

For the people who cherishes to brighten the future

The press is merciful in tact and relatively crazy

The days come in and gone by

Beside the face of the page of horseshoe nail

It is the turn for those who lose faith

Upon the regular habits to form by degrees

The plants and the creepers jointly

Binding together even now or the day after

Or even God knows whichever is perpetual

Or not as the harbinger of truth

Strategically dead hereinafter.